i feel i need a disclaimer on this one because most of this is word for word from the movie, so here it is, i own nothing! this is just for fun :)
Riddick could see through his goggles that he was heading into lights, he was thankful that at least these half assed mercs weren't smart enough to take them away from him. The room he was going into looked grotesque, statues made out of something that Riddick couldn't name were lined up almost one on top of the other. They looked blue in the ghostly light coming from all the walls.
"Set him down and leave," came Junners bored voice, the mercs unstrapped him from his free ride and he walked a few steps then cracked the kinks out of his neck. Riddick headed down the steps that were right in front of him then groaned at the sight that greeted him.
She was actually using these statues as art, there were too many to count littering the floors and walls, even some on the ceiling. They all had terrible expressions on their face, like they were suffering. Junner allowed him a few seconds to look around, then he pointed him down a row of statues that looked even more grotesque.
Junner stopped and Riddick walked up to one of the statues and looked at it closely, then he glanced at the name plate, it said 'Killer Of Men Furya.' Riddick touched the tooth of the statue and the tongue moved out of it, making his gasp in surprise and back up. He was alive!
The woman who had met them in the docking bay set down a glass she had been drinking and smiled at him. The frozen Furian looked at Riddick when he moved cementing to Riddick that he was somehow frozen alive inside his own body.
Just as the woman walked in Riddick felt a prick in his neck from a needle, Junner chuckled at him when he grunted, which only ticked him off more.
"Alright, now you have my attention," he said and looked at the prick smiling like he'd gotten something over on him.
"A necessary precaution," said the woman walking up to him now in her very gaudy dress, Riddick smirked in his mind, skinny chicks thought they were all that and then some. "If you attempt anything uncivilized, killing me for example, I detonate the explosive charge Junner just implanted, and sleep very well tonight. Walk with me."
Riddick rolled his eyes, she really thought she was hot shit with her theatrics.
"You're not putting me on a pedestal," he told her, and she looked at him slightly surprised.
"No, of course not," she said as if consoling a child. "You're strictly for my, private collection." With that she started walking obviously wanting Riddick to 'admire' her collection, Riddick followed along only because he wanted to.
"You go through all this trouble to catch these guys, and this is what you do with them," he stated more than asked, he could see it for himself what she did with them. Unless she secretly molested the 'statues' too, which wouldn't be all that surprising either.
"Your missing the point."
"what point? you got a million U.D.s sitting around collecting dust."
"You underestimate their value Riddick," she said motioning around the room as if showing the statues off. "Each, at one time, the most wanted man or woman in the universe. The number of lives ended by those living and breathing in this room is incalculable."
That's interesting, they were still alive, "Ain't what I'd call living."
"Just the same, I assure you they are all very much alive," she said molesting the face of one poor guy. "Each one sustained in a form of cryo so profound, that seconds seem weeks, and to blink an eye is a days work. The brain however continues to function unimpeded, the mind continues to think and feel, swarming with whatever dark thoughts it's left alone with, as it will be for hundreds of years. So much more fitting a fate then dropping them off at the nearest slam," Riddick was lead through a red curtain to see an sitting area in front of him, and loe and behold more statues. "Here they are appreciated for what they truly are," she continued, "transformed into objects on par with their lives work. And why? because i gave them the audience they so desperately desired, the recognition they bought with the blood of others. I understood their actions stripped free of moral convention," with that she posed in front of him being very overly dramatic, "don't you see? Their something greater now Riddick. Something more than they ever were before. Art."
And that was exactly why he would and could never understand why he was always the bad guy, this bitch had lost her mind, who was really going to care if he offed her?
"Lady, your taste sucks," he said without much interest.
"I expected as much," she said and turned down her head, I mean who was really going to agree to be her art after she felt them all up every time she passed? "Junner," she said to the man beside her and he pushed a button to lift the curtain.
"You see Riddick, there is a fundamental difference between you and i."
"Yea, your a psychopath," he sated matter of factly.
"You don't appreciate art," she said getting up in his face and waving her finger in front of him. "But i believe the reason for this is something very different than you or anyone else might think," with that he jerked out of her grip on his head, she was not fun to listen to. "Your an artist," she continued not caring.
"I've been called a lot of things in my day, that ain't one of them," he said clearly not impressed with the words coming from her.
"you make art Riddick, not analyze it, you shape if from your own hands, you carve it from flesh and bone. But a man like you doesn't understand such a thing from being lectured. you must experience it."
with that Junner pushed another button and Riddick turned to see imam and Jack with a nose on their necks and standing on a ball, Imam had obviously let them put him up there as well. Jack however was sporting a bloody nose and her wrists were starting to be rubbed raw from the rope. Riddick smiled slightly, she was a fighter to the end which he was determined was not now for either of them, Imam was optional.
yay! i did it! lol more soon im really getting into writing again!